The Money Tree

Out in the woods late one fall The most beautiful thing I ever saw A big old tree with dollar leaves And coin pods sprouting for seeds I picked and plunder her wonderful limbs Dreaming of the richest I could spend With a large stick, I hit her highest branches Untucking my shirt for any chances Of catching all the showers of cash Stuffing my pockets with the new found stash I gather every coin from the ground Over happy, it weighed me down And after I gather it all I looked back and saw the bare tree fall Never mind such beauty died With my new found wealth I had arrived I spent it all within a year Living high without a care Even the coins were long gone I felt the tree had done me wrong Back to the woods, I found the tree Lying as dead as dead could be No leaf or pod just a trunk of rot I cursed and kicked her but stopped A penny rolled from within It was all she had left for my given I planted the penny in my yard to root Hoping that it would soon bear fruit After a year the tree did bud But it seems it's crop is a dud It must be for his mother's spite It must be to make sure I'm slight For the little tree to me considerate The dollars he blooms are worthless Confederate